Ode to Office

In an Office all Alone,
I sit here like a Stone.

Day in, Day Out I do my Work,
But Still I feel a little irk.

Corralled around like a sheep
I'd rather be home and sleep....

Wake up early and run for the bus
Miss it by seconds and I begin to cuss.

Standing in the rain
Feeling wet and drained.

Line up for the train
Like Vultures to meat
The doors fly open
As we dive to the seats

Miss the chance
and have to stand.

Packed tight with little care
no room to breath, no space to spare.

Jostling and stumblin'
As the train starts and stops
Spinning and bumping around
like uneven tops

Get to my stop and rush up the stairs
flying out to the streets
like bats out of a lair.

Now I'm at work
Cultivating this poem at my seat
As you sit and read
this rhyme is what you reap

So back here

In an Office all Alone,
I sit here unmoving like a Stone....